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The memory of that other day of dirges linked itself suddenly in the mind of James Thorold with the picture of the lilacs blooming in the yard of the Adams homestead on the parkway, that old house where Abraham Lincoln had been wont to come; and the fusing recollections spun the ambassador to Forsland upon his heel and sent him far down the platform, where he stood, gloomily apart, until the limited, rolling in from the end of the yards, brought him hastening to its side.
"Do you know anybody like it?" said Thorold, laughing. "If you do, you are bound to let me know where, you understand." "What lies between the eyes and mouth?" said Miss Cardigan. "There goes more to a picture."
It appears you have thought about it." "I have thought, till I have got it all by heart," said Thorold. "The worst is, I shall never find it in this world." "That's likely. Come, lad, paint your picture, and I'll tell you if I know where to look," said Miss Cardigan. "And then, you'll search for me?" "I dinna ken if you deserve it," said Miss Cardigan.
He pulled off his cap, tucking it under his arm and dragging his father with him to follow the men who had fallen in behind the marines as they moved forward toward the gates and the silent crowd beyond. Almost unwillingly James Thorold doffed his hat. The words of Peter's unexpected declamation of Pericles's oration resounded in his ears. "Once before," he said to the boy, "I heard that speech.
They are a cowardly set of tailors. They have no idea what a gentleman means, not one of them, unless they have caught the idea from a Southerner. I don't want you to have anything to do with them, Daisy. You must not dance with them, and you must not be seen with this Thorold. Promise me you will not." "Dr. Sandford is another," I said. "I can't help Dr. Sandford. He is your guardian.
Special studies and monographs: A. Andreades, History of the Bank of England, Eng. trans. by Christabel Meredith , an authoritative review by a Greek scholar; Sir Walter Besant, London in the Eighteenth Century , charmingly written but not always trustworthy; J. L. and B. Hammond, The Village Labourer, 1760-1832 ; J. E. Thorold Rogers, History of Agriculture and Prices in England, 7 vols.
Thorold and I talked to each other on a level; we understood each other and suited each other. I could let out my thoughts to him with a freedom I never could use with anybody else. It grieved me a little that I had been forced to come away so abruptly that I had no chance of letting him know.
We talked a very great deal of other things, past and future; talks, that it seems to me now were scarce earthly, for their pure high beauty, and truth, and joy. The strength of them will go with me all my life. Dr. Sandford let us alone; ministered, to Mr. Thorold and me, all he could; and interfered with me no more.
I walked in a dream; till we went into the other room to tea, and I heard Miss Cardigan say, addressing her nephew "Sit there, Christian." I was like one in a dream, or I should have known what this meant. I did know two minutes afterwards. But at the moment, falling in with some of my thoughts, the word made me start and look at Thorold.
"Command in the love of God and obey in the fear of God; that covers all." I did not see the natural sequence of what followed; for it was a succession of kisses that left no chance for a word to get out of my mouth. Then Thorold rose up, and I saw Miss Cardigan enter. "I will not forget, Daisy," he said, in a tone as if we had been talking of business.
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